Your face has fallen sad now, for you know the time is nigh. But when I must remove your wings and you, you must try to fly. Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 547 | 2013-01-08 06:17:03 | 51.36 | 90% |
| 480 | 2013-01-07 16:07:13 | 46.64 | 86% |